Disclaimer: why do we have to write disclaimers? Everyone knows im not stephenie, otherwise this story wouldn't be on the internet, millions of squealing fans would be waiting overnight to buy it at chapters or something…

anywho, I don't own twilight…

Renesme

I knew that nobody was finished asking questions. I knew that I had a serious talk coming up with my parents. I even knew that we had yet to tell Billy, and all of Jacob's pack. However, I also knew that I might collapse from sleep deprivation if I didn't find a bed soon. Of course, my father could hear, my uncle could feel, and my fiancé could sense my fatigue and I was forced into my bedroom without more than a 'night' to my family.

I had forced Jacob to get some sleep, too, but he refused to leave my side. The sun was out today. Of course something as rare as sunlight would come through my window and into my eyes the only time I ever willingly sleep during the day.I sighed and turned over in my bed, pressing my face into Jacob's chest. Apparently, he had meant the 'not leaving my side' thing literally, much to my enjoyment.

He wasn't asleep, which surprised me because he had gotten even less sleep than I had over the past few days. I squirmed up a few inches so my face was even with his. Intending to put him to sleep, I raised my hand and gently pressed my fingers into his cheek.

We were sitting in our clearing. I was about nine years old, physically, and my head was level with his hips. I was pulling on his hand, trying to drag him over to the side of cliff. A few days earlier, Quil had made a joke about La Push cliff diving. I wasn't sure what he meant, but I knew that 'diving' and 'cliffs' put together in a sentence sounded like fun. I was trying to convince Jake to let me try it.

"But nothing can go wrong!" I whined, "Grandpa Carlisle said it would be perfectly safe, I'm getting stronger."

"You talked to Carlisle about this?" he said, not sure whether to laugh or be worried, "Well, I guess that's that."

I giggled, but didn't release his hand. "Okay" I dragged out the word, pretending to think, "How about if you hold me the whole way down? I know I'll be safe that way."

He couldn't argue. He wanted to give me what I asked for and he knew I would be fine in his arms. "Fine." Was all he said before he scooped me up, locking me in his grasp, and stepped of the side of the cliff. Yes, stepped. He didn't even bother to jump.

We were in the water before I had even gotten over the shock of what had happened. We pierced through the waves with a crack that sounded painful and Jacob's part. The water was about the same temperature as my body and it was a cool sensation. Whenever I've been swimming before, it was always warmer than me. This was nice.

Suddenly, the warm arms around me loosened and I fell out of Jacob's hold. I started sinking and I began to swim to the top. At least, I thought I was swimming up. Being completely surrounded by water made my senses clogged. After about three seconds, my head broke the surface. I made it to the shore in even less time and looked back, scanning the waves to find Jake.

He was flailing around in the water, desperately trying to find me. I stifled a laugh, knowing he would hear it. I sat down and crossed me legs, watching as he became frantic. After a good five minutes, I accidently let out a giggle and he froze. Slowly, his head turned in the direction of the shore and his eyes locked on me. I smirked, and crossed my arms over my chest. He was beside me in a few quick strides and I was in the air, being carried to back to the house.

"I. Am. Going. To. Murder. Quil!" he threatened through clenched teeth. He threw me in the back of a giant orange truck that I had never seen before. It looked older than Billy. He turned the ignition and the truck roared to life, louder than his snoring. The truck turned onto a highway that was deserted of cars. After a few milliseconds of driving we pulled into a driveway to a house that greatly resembled Quil's. Claire ran down the steps to greet us, but she was hardly recognizable. The Claire I knew was five years old. This one was about fifteen, with long blond hair and red streaks. She had on a black and red plaid skirt. She was wearing a grey baby tee with high heeled shoes on.

"Jake, no!" she screamed, throwing her arms in the air. Quil appeared in the doorway holding a medieval shield to block any shots from Jacob.

Out of nowhere, Jake pulled out a Jousting sword and ran full-on at the shield.

I woke with a start, realizing I had fallen asleep somewhere during the memory I was showing Jacob. He was holding my hand up to his face with a huge grin.

"Aw, I didn't get to see what I did to Quil!" he complained, laughing.

"Where did you get that sword?" I asked, giggling a bit.

"Duno… it was your dream."

"Well, it was supposed to be a bedtime story for you, but I guess I fell asleep."

"That's ok, I remember how it ended." He chuckled.

"I'm assuming you didn't sleep, then?" I asked, glaring his way.

"I'll sleep tonight. You know, after I tell Quil about your dream." He smiled innocently.

I grimaced, but quickly replaced it with a smile, "Okay, but that's not all you'll be telling him. And then there's your father. Oh, and… Leah. That should be interesting." Maybe we didn't have to tell her…

He cleared his throat and looked away, "Yeah, very interesting. We're not even finished with your family yet. Let's get downstairs."

I quickly changed into a fresh outfit, supplied by Auntie Alice, and we made our way downstairs. Everything was quiet. That was different, why would they be gone? There was a not at the bottom of the stairs. I unfolded it and I could tell that it had been passed around a lot.

"If you wake while we're out, don't worry. Alice insisted on taking us out." Was written in my mother's writing.

"Alice had very good reason. You needed your sleep and we needed to go shopping for the rehearsal diner." Alice had obviously taken the note from my mother and defender herself.

"Apparently I have to take the guys, too." This was from jasper.

"Of course you do, silly" Alice again.

"We should be back before you wake up, sleep well" was from my father.

And a big 'love you' was written from everyone. Without taking my eyes off the note, I asked Jacob why they couldn't have waited, but he didn't answer. I looked up to see him grimacing.

"What's wrong ?!" I asked, dropping the note and rushing to side.

"Nothing. I guess it's my turn now." He said, keeping a straight face.

I sighed dramatically. "Oh, no! Your father will never approve of me. He's known me my whole life and loves my like family, but he'll never approve of marriage!" I cried sarcastically.

"You laugh now, but must I remind you of Rachel's wedding announcement? Anyone who thought Paul was fearless had never seen him that day." I snorted. True, Paul was pretty scared, but I wasn't like him. Billy had gotten over the fact that I was half vampire. Hadn't he?

A/N: yeah… I'm sure if I want Billy to be mad or happy. Well, its more that I don't know if the real Billy would be angry. What do you think?